Hey, I just wanted to give a quick heads up my next few days are supper busy, so I just wanted to say that I can't post until Thurday night, at which point i will do all my post, but I feel obligated to make my PPV match the number one priority. Just wanted to give a quick heads up.

Duff's grin remained on her face while she watched Al carefully. Either way the Scot would be in good cheer. A fight or a drink went down with her just as easy. She took the hand and squeezed Al tightly in the hug as if they were old comrades seeing each other for the first time in years. "Och! Give a Scotch grauvit lassie!" She said while she squeezed. "Even if yer a daft harp yer still practicaally kizzen, aye?" She said and wrapped an arm around Al. "Nice tae meit ye! " She said when she was greeted. "ma name's Duffy an ye can call ma Duff. Like Macduff but whit a pogerin-hole." She said with a grin as she guided Al back to the bar arm in arm. She slamed her palm against the bar once she took a seat. "Oi! Ma fun's startin ta waer off!" She barked.

She then looked at Al with a grin. "So, Whit d'ye daein 'ere?" She asked curious why someone else from her neck of the woods would be in Japan.

"Aye, soonds great." She walked with her back to the bar with a laugh. "What the fuck just happened!?" shouted a baffled man nearby.

"We're kindred spirits, ye ken!?" she shouted back defensively at him. "Be ye daft or mad!?" She shook her head with a "what are you gonna do?" look at Duffy.

"I work at the McNally's 'cross the way. Me boss ran a right good bargain, so I think "fuck it" and take me chances on it." The bartender gave her a fresh beer, and she slid him some extra money for the damages. She stopped and touched her fingers to her head where the glass had hit, wincing a little. Not bleeding, but a lump was growing steadily. "What about ya? Go get pished and wake up here?"

"Aye!" Shouted Duffy, eagerly agreeing with Al when the confused man shouted. " Now git ti fuk ye baw bag!" She took her own beer and drank deeply from it before letting out an 'ahhhh' of contentment. She then watched Al poke at her ump and grinned. "A'm sairy 'bout th' mug lassie but ye know in a row I gits taen up wi whit's gang on. A haun's turn wi th cue though. A's taen ti th faer wi that one!" She said laughing.

After another swig she addressed Al's question. "Got ti feelin a bittie wabbit gettin tossed out a every bloody pub A went in. Mate's aye at me 'bout Mak A driepin roast wit fightin an drinkin so A's came 'ere cause a some lassy git some brawny Houks together fer a fightin league."

Althea laughed aloud. "Ah aub;'ve had worse than spoutin an egg out me head. Went crosseyed fer about a day when I took a billy club 'tween the eyes." She took a swig. "I'da been more insulted if'n ye'd had second thoughts on it." She realized she was still holding the cue, giving it a lazy twirl and tossing it back by the billiards. "Weapon o' choice, ye ken?"

She pounded her beer down onto the bar. "Ye'vw got ta be pullin' me!" she blurted in disbelief. "Th' AFW!? Buncha wee broads a'fightin' an' buggerin' on the telly!?" She shook her head. "Ye too...?"

Duff shook her head when Al said she would have been more upset if she had second thoughts. "Course A be i th way o usin whit a find. Too many ba' heid's gang an pullin knifes fer ma not tae."

Duff nodded solemnly at Al's response, slightly embarrassed that she really was in a wrestling league. "nae dinna chow yer chaffs a ma." She began. "Figger I can mak a braw pennie fer drinks an if they hae nae brough fer ma haudin the stick owre their lassies, they'll toss ma out an A can find a new country ta drink in." She said with a knowing grin, as if she expected it. "Yer sayin ye git in with those grubby sooks as well?"

Al raised her bottle with an affirming smile. "Aye. Ain't been wiff em a week, but I like 'em fine. Can't keep on countin' on me oon pub te keep the ol' girls busy til sunup each and every night. Some extra scratch, extra muffs, an' all the free fists an Irish beaut can eat," she'd laugh. She raised her bottle in offer of a genuine toast. "No foolin'," she insisted. "Saints protect ye, 'specially if'n they let me get me mitts on ye in th' ring some day."

Duff raised her bottle and knocked it against Al's cheerfully. "Aye!" She said. "Ere's ta findin a good Mukker like yerself." She said taking a big swig. 'Course ye better be savin those blessins fer yerself in case ye canna haud wide o ma i th ring." She smiled. "In a crack I'd haud the stick owre ye." She smiled and sighed. "But och!" She grabbed Al's wrist. "Couple o lasses like us. Whyn't we souk in wi each other? We could have a row at fower er five sooks at a go if we'er goin back ta back."

Al raised a brow when her wrist was gripped, but grinned at the suggest. "Just tha' many? Ye plan of scrappin' wi' em all by ye lonesome, do ye?" She'd take a long pull of her beer. "Get me a baker's dozen and mebee I'll work up a sweat for ye. Less ye're lookin' t'bed wit' me after." She'd wink, the drink seeming to make her accent a touch looser. "Boot if'n ye be feelin' a bit of a draft at ye arse, holler and I'll be there, guardin' it tighter than leprechaun gold."

Duff narrowed her eyes slightly but grinned nonetheless. She took a swig of the beer and shook her head. "Nae!" She said. "A wad raither dae ten an three as five but a figger most a'd gae doun the brae an we'd be left wit th lasses owre nae wee an it be us'n fower er five." She then raised an eyebrow at Al's next words. "I yer cunt be course in th craw an half as 'ard as yer dobbs then maybe A could be i th way o havin a go at 'er." She then looked back and grabbed Al's ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

Al smiled along with her rolling tongue, catching most of her dialect and liking what she heard. She'd wind up taking Duff by the collar, pulling her into a kiss, firm but sensual like she was truly taking the kiss whether she liked it or not, but hoped that she would.

She'd hold it long, then pop loose and lick Duffy's saliva from her lips. "What we dawdlin' around here for then, ye daft arsehead? Let's have us a real row..." she'd say in both challenge and seduction.